He had left after his last class Friday afternoon. I went into the shower room to clean up for the day. I dressed in jeans, pull-over button shirt, an... sneakers. I knew Saturdays with my folks. It wasn’t a fancy time. That would come again tonight. I met Agnes who was dressed similarly at the front of our dorms and gave her a lingering, though chaste kiss.“It was quiet in my dorm last night, Eric. Most everyone had gone home for the weekend.”I grinned. “I could keep you company.”“You could but. Developing? Yes, that was it. She was coming into focus,like an image sharpening to a higher resolution.He raised a hand to his throat and drew it slowly down tohis cleavage, revelling in the aria of sensations hisfingertips raised over his (her) body. The desire to caressthat soft, ripening form was overwhelming. And why not? Shewas beautiful. Staggeringly beautiful, impossiblybeautiful. He roamed his gaze over her lithe, pliantfigure, indulging his voyeuristic impulses.Of course, he could do. I’m not sure if my mother even comprehended of and why I was leaving home. She pretty much drank until she passed out every day. When she would come to, she would begin to drink again. I was glad to be out of the house although strangely I felt guilty leaving her. The first year started and I had classes in Economics, Auditing, College Algebra, Business Statistics and Advanced Financial Accounting. Against my guidance counselor’s wishes I added two electives as well. My idea was to try and. " He's a bleedin' rebel," someone at the table said behind me. "Take him, Rafe." Don't want no trouble," I told the man quietly. His small eyes were bloodshot and rheumy."Bet y'don't," he said, pulling a long pistol from the back of his belt. We were so close together he could not really point the thing at me, and it was easy to grab his arm and twist his wrist until he dropped the gun to the table."Let's go outside, Rafe," I suggested, putting on my best smile and squeezing his wrist before I.